|View from the main street in North Molton.|
|We wanted to buy some of this treacle and golden syrup (aren't the tins pretty) but |
ultimately decided it would be heavy to mail home.
|Courgettes are actually zucchini. They must have run out and the tomatoes took over.|
We spoke to the cashier who was polite but a bit suspicious when we asked her about a couple of names that Clare had given us. She wanted to know why we were asking and when we told her that we had ancestors from the area and Clare had told us these men were in the historical society she warmed right up and was very helpful. She told us that store's proprietor, a man named Collin, was a local history expert and would be more help than any of those other names.
Collin reminded me a little of a couple of my great uncles with his big bald head, only quite a bit younger. We liked him immediately and he was a wonderful help in pointing us to a couple of spots where we could find more information. He suggested we try the local parish church first and then maybe make our way to Heasley Mill where my great great Grandma Blake's grandmother had lived in a cottage on the village green as a widow. We bought a few things for lunch and snacks and thanked the cashier for being so gracious and helpful. She was so cute and seemed pleased by the kind words and told us that she had "tried to speak proper" for us. I was almost surprised she didn't do a little curtsy.
|I loved the green trim and the dragon guarding the front door of this house.|
|The Methodist Church|
|The Parish Church--North Molton All Saints Church|
|When we saw this, we had to peek through. As my sister said, "There's nothing|
so tempting as a partially opened gate."
|Looking through family history papers.|
|A royal dead dude, as Bill and Ted might say.|
|When I picked up the receiver in this phone box there was a dial tone. Amazing, right?|
After poking around the cemetery for awhile and gleaning quite a bit of useful information, we drove on to Heasley Mill. It is a tiny little hamlet with some historical buildings that have been converted into homes. There are homes in the former mill, mill house and blacksmith shop and there is an old school house that has been converted to a town hall and a public footpath that we had to explore.
|The Mill House|
|The Blacksmith Shop|
|Have you ever eaten wild strawberries? They are so flavorful and sweet.|
|Gate to the public footpath. We are going to publish a coffee table book of gates,|
right after we finish the one we are working on of phone boxes.
|I am 98% sure that a talking animal lives in this tree. He probably wears a waistcoat and takes cream with his tea.|
|The footpath was quite steep and was definitely one of those roads less traveled that Frost is always talking about.|
We didn't venture far--too many thorns and brambles, but we did see a hawthorn tree which was a highlight.
|I'm in love with this phone box. I couldn't get enough of it so I had to take another photo from the other angle.|
|The village green.|
|We think this little gate and steps might have led up to the row of widows' cottages. |
There were some ruins of foundations too.
|The old school house turned town hall.|
|Church in South Molton.|
|I can't help myself.|
To Be Continued. . .